Rob put nipple clamps on me. Sam took his suede flogger and started whipping my titsRob then began to lick my clitMy tits were now stinging but feelin... goodEventually Sam turned his attention to my pussy.He commenced flogging my wet cuntRob took another flogger and started again on my poor breasts.Rob eventually ceased whipping and removed the clamps. If you ever had your nipples clamped you would realise that by removing them the blood returns and creates so much pain All this time Sam was. Again it was Sam Johnson. Although she was starting to shake, she managed a grin. "For Heaven's sake, Johnson, don't you ever go home? And what did I do this time?"He looked her over and whistled softly. "Sandy, I'm afraid you're going to need a new blouse. And maybe we better get you to a hospital. I think he nicked your back with his blade."Sandy glanced at the body lying on the ground and quickly turned her head away. Magnum bullets had torn the assailant to shreds. "Sam Johnson, we will do. She was drying and something caught her eye in the mirror. The sneak, she thought as she looked over at the mirror. It was fogged over except where Darren had written, " Good morning, sleepyhead. Check the kitchen table before you get dressed. D."What did he have in mind, she wondered. She wrapped her towel around herself and slipped down stairs. There was a clothing box and a note on the table."Stephanie -- The fireworks last night were spectacular. Here is something for you to wear today. I. Not true. Not true!” Her voice ... querulous, odd tone to it.I took a deep breath and was about to turn to look at Dulcie. Out of my depth, yes. But she was there beside me, radiating serenity.“Alice,” she was speaking quietly. “Look at me, Alice.”“No ... stay away from me. Who are you? Like Don. He scared me too.”“Alice ... don’t you want to be free?”“Free?” That voice was different again. “If Alice is free, what happens to me?”“AH!” Dulcie’s voice held ... what? Satisfaction? “Religious.